Victoria
He was driving me nuts, completely wild. I wasn’t a virgin, and I wasn’t a prude, but the way he was making me feel was beyond anything I had ever experienced before. My legs were shaking. Heck, my entire body was. His touch, his lips, his tongue…oh God, his tongue.
If his goal was to keep my minds off things, he had achieved it in spades.
He stopped licking me, and his fingers stopped fucking me. Grant stared down at me. I couldn’t read the expression on his face, but, man, was it intense. I already couldn’t breathe, but that look was taking the rest of my breath away.
“Do you have…” I couldn’t finish the question.
“Have what?” His expression didn’t change at first, but then his lips curled into a slow and sexy grin. “Time? We already discussed that.”
I shook my head, and I couldn’t help lifting my hips. I wanted to rub my legs together. The itch he’d started needed to be scratched. He’d promised me something with his lips and tongue and fingers, and he hadn’t delivered on it yet.
“Do I have what, Victoria?”
I closed my eyes. The way he said my name left me breathless. What the hell was I doing? I couldn’t dare read into this too much. This was just a one-time deal. Maybe two times. Three. Until we found Sage and Trenton.
This wasn’t anything serious.
Didn’t mean it couldn’t be seriously good.
I opened my eyes. Grant was still staring down at me, still grinning.
“What do you want me to have?” he asked.
“A condom,” I said breathlessly.
He threw back his head and roared with laughter. “Yes, I have condoms,” he said, emphasizing the s. “But I don’t need one.”
My expression fell.
He leaned forward, pressing his chest to mine, and kissed the tip of my nose. “I don’t need one yet.”
“What are you going to do?” I whispered.
“Whatever I feel like…if you have no objections.”
I shook my head. Excitement washed over me like a tidal wave. “No objections.”
He cupped my cheek, trailed his fingers down to my neck, and twisted my head to the side, away from him. “None?”
“Not one.”
He lowered his head, and I could feel his breath on my neck. Although it was hot, I shivered. “Good,” he murmured, and then he bit me. Not hard, and in a totally sexy way.
I never had been bitten before. Never realized how wet it could make me.
Grant sucked my neck, and I grabbed his hair, pulling back and upward so I could kiss him. I was torn between wanting to hold his head in place and rubbing hands all over his hard body, so I did both, one hand roving and scratching and caressing and rubbing, while the other kept him where I could kiss him: his lips, his cheeks, his nose.
When I got to his neck, I returned the favor and bit him, careful not to nip him too hard.
“Harder,” he growled, shoving an arm between me and the bed. He wiggled his way down and grabbed my ass, shoving his cock against me and making me gasp.
“Always harder,” I moaned. I bit him harder.
He grinded against me harder in response.
I raked my nails down his back.
He brought his other hand to my ass, kneading it.
“You’re an ass man, huh?”
“Ass, tits. Lips, eyes. Anything and everything.”
“Doesn’t take much to turn you on, then.”
“Not when the woman in question looks like you.”
“Charmer.” I licked my lips, and his gaze dropped from my eyes to my mouth. “You know what to say to get a girl in bed, and then you know how to pleasure her there.”
“If you think I’ve pleasured you, you haven’t felt anything yet.”
“A promise or a threat?”
“Both wrapped in one.”
I shivered.
“Cold?”
“Perfect,” I whispered.
He eased to one side and rolled me onto my back. His hands felt like magic as he massaged my shoulders, easing out the tension in my neck. His fingers skimmed down my sides, slipping beneath me to squeeze my breasts for a moment before returning to my back. His hands palmed my ass, and then he slapped it.
Holy fuck. He slapped my ass.
And I liked it.
He slapped me again. I jerked, my clit rubbing into the sheets. God, did that feel amazing.
Another slap. More rubbing. Another and oh, man, if this kept up, I was going to come.
I lifted my ass slightly, waiting for the next slap.
It didn’t come.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“What do you want?”
“You.”
“Me?” He leaned back down over me, his cock rubbing against my ass. “Am I torturing you?”
“Yes,” I groaned.
“Good.”
Good? Good? Torturing wasn’t good!
I was about to say that when that slap came. Immediately after, he shoved two fingers inside of me, and I was done.
The shockwaves of my orgasm almost had me blindly moving my hips in rhythm with his fingers. Oh my God, did it feel good, so good.
I wanted more. I needed more. I had to have more.
Somehow, I managed to lift one leg high enough to move above his hand so I could twist around to face him. His fingers remained inside of me as I sat up, and even though I wanted him to continue to pleasure me, I wanted to give back, so I gripped his wrist and pushed it away.
“My turn,” I said. My heart beat wildly. I normally didn’t take charge during sex. Mostly because there hadn’t been time to. The guys I had been with weren’t exactly marathoners. They had been sprinters. A few times I had to use a toy to finish, otherwise I wouldn’t have orgasmed at all. I would wait until they were asleep—which only took them rolling over—and out came my vibrator. It was sad to say, but toward the end with each guy, I stopped bothering with foreplay in the hopes that they would last longer. It didn’t work.
But with Grant, I didn’t just want to be on the receiving end of the attention for the first time ever. I wanted to give back. I wanted him to feel as good as he was making me feel.
I pushed him back until he was sitting and then back again so he was lying down on the bed. I rubbed his chest—God was he muscular—and the ripples of his abs. Man, was he impressive. I licked and kissed my way from his neck all the way down his torso.
His cock was so big and long and hard. I leaned down, brushed my hair back, and pushed his legs open.
“Ready?” I asked.
His eyes were half lidded. “I can take anything you wanna give me.”
“Good.”
Pre-cum glistened on his cock, so I licked him from the bottom of his cock to the tip. I sucked off the pre-cum, enjoying the way he exhaled sharply, his cock twitching and jerking.
“You like?” I asked.
“Very much.” He reached down and grabbed ahold of my hair.
I pushed his hands away. “Do you trust me?” I asked.
His eyes glittered like hard diamonds. “Yes.”
“Then leave me be,” I ordered.
His eyes widened, and he grinned recklessly. “I don’t think I wanna do that.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You don’t want to trust me?”
“I don’t want to leave you be,” he clarified. “Trust I can do. But I don’t think I can just sit back and—what are you doing?”
I was grabbing his discarded shirt. “You’re gonna trust me, and you’re gonna listen, and you’re not gonna interfere.” Using the shirt, I tied his wrist to the headboard. My shirt bound his other wrist. Rubbing my chin, I glanced around.
“No blindfold,” he pleaded.
“Why?” I giggled. “Are you afraid of the dark?”
His cock twitched.
“I want to look at you,” he said softly. “I want to watch you.”
Damn. He knew just what to say. Any more and I would be melting into a puddle. “Fine,” I said coolly, trying to play this off, as if I had tied other guys to their beds before.
Spoiler alert: I hadn’t.
Another spoiler alert: it was hot as hell.
“Are you ready?” I asked him, although I was kind of asking myself, too.
And, yes, I was ready.
“Yes.” He all but groaned the word.
I had given head before. Hadn’t really enjoyed it, though. It had been in the backseat of a car, cramped and tight, and he had wanted it first, and after he had finished, there wasn’t any time left for him to return the favor if I wanted any chance of getting home before curfew. My mom had been a wonderful and kind woman, but she had also been a slave driver, and it wasn’t worth incurring her wrath. But that the guy hadn’t even cared that he had all the fun meant I dumped his ass the next day.
Grant, I knew, wouldn’t be like that. He would return the favor. He wouldn’t disappoint.
He closed his eyes, and I cupped his balls, teasing them, playing with them. My lips kissed the tip of his cock, and it twitched. I giggled again. I loved watching his cock move. I kissed down his length, marveling at his thickness. God, was he huge!
He was trembling, the bed shaking, and I took that as a sign that he was beyond ready.
Opening wide, I took the tip of his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it, and he jerked.
I pulled away. “You like?”
“Oh, fuck, you’re killing me.”
His restraints were loosening already. I quickly tightened them. “Behave.”
He winked. “I know you don’t mean that.”
I shivered. No, I didn’t.
I stroked his cock a few times, massaging the tip and gliding all the way down his shaft and up again. Slowly, I took him back into my mouth, the tip and then more and more. Up and down, I bobbed, one hand teasing his balls, the other rubbing the inside of his thighs.
“Fuck,” he muttered. He started to gyrate his hips, fucking my mouth.
With a grin, I glanced up at him, still sucking away. His eyes were closed, his expression one of peace.
Not for long.
I eased my fingers beneath his ass and pressed upward, taking even more of his cock into my mouth. I had to swallow around him, and hot pre-cum came out.
“Stop.”
The simple word tore at me, and I hesitated.
“If you continue…”
I glanced up at him again. His eyes remained closed, but he looked more tortured than at peace.
“If you continue, I’ll come and—”
“Isn’t that the point of all of this?”
“I wanna fuck your pussy,” he ground out, eyes flying open.
I winked, feeling reckless and daring. I never felt more in control in the bedroom than I did right now. “Who says you’re only gonna come once?” I asked him.
“Fuck me,” he groaned. He glared at one restraint and then the other.
“I plan on it. With my mouth, with my pussy, with my hand, my breasts.” I shrugged one shoulder. “We’re gonna fuck all night, right?”
He inhaled sharply. “Yes. Let me fuck you. Pussy first.”
“Fine.” I straddled his chest and leaned over to untie him. He kissed me, his lips and tongue making contact with my sweaty skin. When he was free, he sat up and grabbed me, grinding me hard, our bodies pressed so close together that nothing separated us. My hands roved over his hot body, and he did the same. His hair was a mess, and he had a few hickies. He looked good and sexed and we weren’t even done yet.
“Condoms,” he muttered after breaking off a kiss that had me curling my toes.
He eased me away and reached over to his nightstand, sprawling out over half the bed. When he opened the drawer, I grabbed his cock and pumped it a few times. He stilled, and another drop of pre-cum appeared. I bent down and licked it clean.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he muttered.
“Death by orgasm.” I giggled. “Not a bad way to go.”
He yanked a roll of condoms out and ripped one open, but I grabbed it from him, pushing him to lie onto his back.
Channel your inner porn star.
Everyone had an inner porn star, right?
I opened my mouth, popped the condom in the O of my lips, and eased it onto his cock. Unrolling it with my mouth wasn’t easy, and it took some time, but from the way Grant was moaning, he sure didn’t mind.
The moment it was completely on him, he sat up again. “Ready to have your brains fucked out of you?”
“Fuck away,” I breathed.
And he did. He slammed into me without warning, and I cried out. He went fast and hard and deep, and I swore I could see stars. He sucked on my neck and pinched my nipples, and I clawed at his back, needing to claim him. This was about give and take, and I was going to take and give back.
I rolled my hips in rhythm with his thrusts, and the buildup was incredible. A few more thrusts and I’d be gone.
I didn’t want to come first, but, oh God, I was going to come soon. Remembering how much it had turned me on, I slapped his ass a few times. His growl and his biting my neck pushed me over the edge. I had just enough awareness to reach down and tickle the edge of his balls, and he was coming, too.
Fuck. That was amazing.
He continued to thrust, and I rode that wave, bouncing up and down on his lap. I stopped rolling my hips first, and then he ceased thrusting.
I brushed my sweaty hair back. “Ready for round two?” I asked.
Grant picked me up and laid me on the bed. The look in his eyes made me squirm and caused my muscles to tighten.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, his voice low.
“Fuck yes,” I whispered.
Yeah, there was no sleeping to be had that night.